Martial Arts Crossover: Breaking the Rules Makes You Stronger, Female Benefactor, Please Wait

But Murong Fu moved swiftly, and they couldn't stop him!

At this critical moment,

A clang of metal rang out, and Murong Fu's sword was knocked from his hand and fell to the ground.

It turned out that Duan Yu had made a move, using the Six Meridian Divine Sword to knock the sword away.

Fahai remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he sighed deeply.

That idiot Duan Yu ruined my plan.

Chapter 31 Fahai breaks the situation

The intricate chess game is full of unpredictable mysteries and can best ignite one's inner obsessions.

He intended to use it to force Murong Fu to his death, but Duan Yu interrupted him.

Pity.

As the crowd watched Murong Fu lose control of his emotions and draw his sword to commit suicide, they were shocked and turned to look at the calm-faced Fahai.

Seeing that he showed no sign of panic, as if everything was expected.

original……

What he said was actually true!

Everyone initially thought that Murong Fu and Mr. Congbian were evenly matched in chess, and the outcome was uncertain. Unexpectedly, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and Murong Fu was quickly defeated.

This mutation is astonishing.

Was Fahai truly a master of chess?

How could he see through flaws that others couldn't?

Fahai remained calm, with a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Silly boy, I not only know how to play chess, but I also know how the plot unfolds."

Lu Xiaofeng cast a surprised glance at him.

Who would have thought that Fahai might actually be a hidden master of chess?

"Brother Fahai, you hit the nail on the head right away, you're really amazing."

Fahai remained calm. "Basic procedure, don't get agitated."

Only Murong Fu's face turned ashen, his heart filled with humiliation.

It's Fahai again!

That wretched monk!

He wished he could tear Fahai to pieces to vent his hatred!

Two players have now been defeated.

They were all renowned figures, ranked on the Innate List, and born into prestigious families.

The defeats of Duan Yu and Murong Fu cast a shadow over the hearts of everyone present.

Does this mean that the Divine Chess Game is still unsolvable?

At this moment, a voice sounded.

"This humble monk, Kumārajīva, wishes to come and seek your guidance."

There was a monk, dressed in a yellow robe, no more than fifty years old, wearing straw sandals, with a radiant expression, as if bathed in a faint Buddha's light.

He has the demeanor of a high-ranking monk.

"Kumārajīva? The Great Wheel King of Tibet?"

"He's here too?"

Kumārajīva walked to the chessboard and sat down. "This humble monk has some knowledge of chess. I wonder if I may give it a try?"

Su Xinghe slightly raised his hand. "Please do as you wish."

Kumārajīva swiftly and decisively placed the piece down.

Its imposing and fierce momentum is like a battlefield, its aura overwhelming.

"Tsk—such a fierce and aggressive playing style!"

The onlookers were amazed, and then all looked at Fahai.

Everyone unconsciously looked towards Fahai, anticipating his assessment.

Does this Kumārajīva possess the power to break the deadlock?

Fahai simply shook his head slightly, "It's powerful but doesn't last."

As expected, Kumārajīva was also defeated.

He eventually conceded defeat, a hint of helplessness on his face.

He intended to win through a strong attack, but his plan was seen through at a glance.

The defeat in the game cast a shadow over Kumārajīva's heart.

He was on a heavy mission during his trip to the Central Plains.

This setback shook his beliefs.

Su Xinghe remained calm, having witnessed countless failures over the past thirty years, he was no longer bothered by them.

He looked at the crowd and asked calmly, "Who else wants to try?"

Next to appear is Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils.

Yue Laosan said smugly, "Watch closely, see how my eldest brother solves this chess game!"

"Especially that little monk, you have to keep a close eye on him."

Duan Yanqing sat down and began to make his moves.

The first ten moves were orthodox, seemingly imbued with a righteous spirit.

But from the eleventh move onwards, the game suddenly became extreme, going further and further to extremes.

Everyone instinctively looked at Fahai.

He remained silent and shook his head.

"Constantly resorting to risky moves is too daring. Without laying the groundwork with sound principles, it's ultimately difficult to survive to the end."

Duan Yanqing's chess style is remarkably similar to his fate.

He was originally the crown prince of the Dali Kingdom, but he suffered a coup, losing both legs and having his face disfigured.

He has even lost his ability to speak and can only communicate with people through ventriloquism.

Since then, his temperament has changed drastically, and he has embarked on a dark path, each step of which is dangerous and sinister.

Deep in my heart, only the white-robed Guanyin still holds a trace of warmth.

Fahai didn't speak, but his head shaking was clearly visible, indicating that the situation was not good.

Sure enough, Duan Yanqing was defeated in no time.

Then several more players came on, and without exception, they all suffered defeats.

Song Qingshu was the most embarrassed, losing all his games after only seventy moves.

Failures come one after another.

In the end, no one dared to challenge it easily anymore.

Only then did they understand why this intricate chess puzzle had remained unsolved for thirty years.

The difficulty far exceeded expectations.

The wind blows silently, and the fields are desolate.

Su Xinghe's expression darkened.

Thirty years have passed, and it still seems futile today.

How much time does he have left to find a suitable successor for his master?

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng turned to Fahai: "Master Fahai, why don't you go play the next round too?"

A single sentence reminded everyone that Fahai had once vowed to break this chess game.

His previous comments were all spot-on, which shows that he has a solid foundation in Go.

Coupled with those bold words, they piqued everyone's curiosity.

Perhaps Fahai really has a chance?

Fahai nodded slightly.

"Alright."

"Since none of you can break this spell, then this humble monk will unravel it and end this legendary tale of the martial world."

Upon hearing Fahai's words, some people spoke up to dissuade him:

“Master Fahai, there’s no need to be so arrogant. This game is too difficult, and it’s common for it to be unsolvable.”

"You're being too confident. What if it really can't be broken? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Yes, just do your best."

Murong Fu sneered: "You? You think you can break the deadlock? Be careful not to talk too much and get yourself into trouble."

Song Qingshu also scoffed, "All you do is talk big. We know exactly how capable you are."

Fahai didn't bother to respond. Once the situation is resolved, there will be plenty of opportunities to silence you!

He sat down opposite Su Xinghe, picked up the black piece, and without hesitation, placed his first move at the center!

The onlookers were all stunned.